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Image unavailable: FOUR LITTLE HISTORIES FOUR LITTLE HISTORIES I T HERE was an old man, and he had an old gun, And he went to a cake shop, and aimed at a bun; The bullet it shot the old baker's old cat, "Stop thief!" says the baker, "why, what are you at?"

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Jack and Joe were tinmen,
 And oh, but they were thin men!
 Bags of bones,
 Or bags of stones,—
 I think they couldn’t have been men!

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III

Sarah Page,
 In a rage,
 Drest in satin;
 Bertha Newry,
 Learning Latin,
 In a fury,
 Drest in silk,
 And lapping milk—
 Which is best? Oh, what a bother!
 Neither one nor yet the other.

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IV

Says Aleck to Alice,
 “I live in a palace.”
 Says Alice to Tim,
 “I don’t believe him.”
 Says Tim to his cousin,
 “I love you three dozen;”
 The cousin, she wondered,
 And asked for a hundred,
 Instead of three dozen:
 Says Tim, “You are fussing;
 Three dozen I love you,
 If that will not move you,
 My love I will carry
 To Magsie or Mary.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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